No Cap Reese LAFLARE (Ft. Yung Bans)
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[Intro: Reese LAFLARE & Yung Bans]
(Plug)
Yeah, change my name to—hold up (Bans, Bans)
'Bout to change my name to Lil Skate
(Yeah, money so long)
My nigga Bans in here, hey
(Money so long)
Flare
(Bitch)
[Verse: Reese LAFLARE & Yung Bans]
Change my name to Lil Skate, yeah (Lil Skate, yeah)
I go hard like Weezy out the mixtape (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
I give a drip then ask her how the dick taste (I give a drip)
That nigga broke, I know he is a cheapskate, yeah (Yeah)
He's a cheapskate, yeah, look (Yeah)
Ain't no back and forth, ain't no back and forth, yeah, ayy
Pull up in that Hellcat shootin' out them doors, Flare, yeah (Skrrt)
Count them racks and spend them bitches all in Barneys, yeah (Count them racks)
Ayy, count them racks and spend them bitches all in Barneys (Flare)
Yeah, drinkin' all that purple, yeah, I feel like Barney, ha (Yeah)
Rich thick white girl and she wanna party (And she wanna, Bans)
Ooh, ayy, thick black girl pop it like a Harley, yeah
Fuck the whole bowl up, I wrap my wrist around it
(Bowl, bowl, bowl, bowl, bowl, bowl, bowl, bowl)
Yeah, ayy, swimmin' in that pussy, it feel like I'm drownin', hey
Pussy nigga sneak-dissin', we gon' send a bounty (Bounty)
Ayy, main bitch thick so I call her Bounty, ha, ayy
All these bitches thirsty, tell 'em get from 'round me
Girls tryna cuff, send me to the county, no, ayy (Hit me up)
Lil Skate LAFLARE, I don't think you want no smoke (Skate, Skate, woo)
Real reason these niggas hate me 'cause these lame-ass niggas broke (Bans)
Ain't no cap in my game, shout to slime, them my bros (Hey, no cap)
Ha, no, ayy, no, ayy
I don't want your ho, ayy (I don't want your ho)
We gon' ring 'em in like a fuckin' rodeo, ayy (Like a rodeo)
I control these hoes like a damn remote controller, ayy (Remote)
She gon' suck the dick real fast, I told her slower (Ayy, ayy)
(Slower)
Hey, ayy, yeah
Ain't no back and forth, ain't no back and forth, uh
Pull up in the Hellcat shootin' out the door
Saint Laurent my jeans and, my bitch, she rock Dior (Yeah, she fancy)
You's a broke-ass bitch wearin' Michael Kors (Niggas lame)
(Plug)
Yeah, change my name to—hold up (Bans, Bans)
'Bout to change my name to Lil Skate
(Yeah, money so long)
My nigga Bans in here, hey
(Money so long)
Flare
(Bitch)
[Verse: Reese LAFLARE & Yung Bans]
Change my name to Lil Skate, yeah (Lil Skate, yeah)
I go hard like Weezy out the mixtape (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
I give a drip then ask her how the dick taste (I give a drip)
That nigga broke, I know he is a cheapskate, yeah (Yeah)
He's a cheapskate, yeah, look (Yeah)
Ain't no back and forth, ain't no back and forth, yeah, ayy
Pull up in that Hellcat shootin' out them doors, Flare, yeah (Skrrt)
Count them racks and spend them bitches all in Barneys, yeah (Count them racks)
Ayy, count them racks and spend them bitches all in Barneys (Flare)
Yeah, drinkin' all that purple, yeah, I feel like Barney, ha (Yeah)
Rich thick white girl and she wanna party (And she wanna, Bans)
Ooh, ayy, thick black girl pop it like a Harley, yeah
Fuck the whole bowl up, I wrap my wrist around it
(Bowl, bowl, bowl, bowl, bowl, bowl, bowl, bowl)
Yeah, ayy, swimmin' in that pussy, it feel like I'm drownin', hey
Pussy nigga sneak-dissin', we gon' send a bounty (Bounty)
Ayy, main bitch thick so I call her Bounty, ha, ayy
All these bitches thirsty, tell 'em get from 'round me
Girls tryna cuff, send me to the county, no, ayy (Hit me up)
Lil Skate LAFLARE, I don't think you want no smoke (Skate, Skate, woo)
Real reason these niggas hate me 'cause these lame-ass niggas broke (Bans)
Ain't no cap in my game, shout to slime, them my bros (Hey, no cap)
Ha, no, ayy, no, ayy
I don't want your ho, ayy (I don't want your ho)
We gon' ring 'em in like a fuckin' rodeo, ayy (Like a rodeo)
I control these hoes like a damn remote controller, ayy (Remote)
She gon' suck the dick real fast, I told her slower (Ayy, ayy)
(Slower)
Hey, ayy, yeah
Ain't no back and forth, ain't no back and forth, uh
Pull up in the Hellcat shootin' out the door
Saint Laurent my jeans and, my bitch, she rock Dior (Yeah, she fancy)
You's a broke-ass bitch wearin' Michael Kors (Niggas lame)
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